A legend whispers, soft and low,
Of life's last journey, where souls go.
A bridge of light, to skies so bright,
A path to Heaven, shining light.
But at the bridge, a different test,
Not angels' wings, but fur and breast.
Each creature met, along life's way,
Now holds the key, to that bright day.
The dog you loved, the bird you fed,
The spider spared, the rabbit led
From danger's path, they all stand near,
Their memories clear, of joy and fear.
They know your heart, they see your soul,
The kindness shown, that made you whole.
If gentle touch, and caring deed,
Were sown like seeds, they will concede.
But if you harmed, with cruel intent,
Or turned away, with heart unspent,
The bridge remains, beyond your reach,
A lesson learned, that life must teach.
So walk with love, and tread with care,
For every creature, has a share
In judging now, your final fate,
Karma's balance, sealing the gate.
Tor M.Solvang
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